( It's practically a snarl. If Charles were feeling better, if he were less hurt, less angry, he'd take stock in the lines around Erik's eyes, the age that's settled on him like a shroud. But he isn't, and his old friend is a convenient vent for his frustrations.
His footsteps are clumsy as Erik pushes him back, but that doesn't stop him from rounding his shoulders, feeding the fire stoked under his skin. )
How was that any better, Erik? We could have defended her together, but oh no, you shoot first ask questions later. Did you want to make it a matching set?
( It feels ugly, but he's been feeling ugly since Cuba. )
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( It's practically a snarl. If Charles were feeling better, if he were less hurt, less angry, he'd take stock in the lines around Erik's eyes, the age that's settled on him like a shroud. But he isn't, and his old friend is a convenient vent for his frustrations.
His footsteps are clumsy as Erik pushes him back, but that doesn't stop him from rounding his shoulders, feeding the fire stoked under his skin. )
How was that any better, Erik? We could have defended her together, but oh no, you shoot first ask questions later. Did you want to make it a matching set?
( It feels ugly, but he's been feeling ugly since Cuba. )